Secretly Diabetic · Y/n story by @hopenicolex

The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, its rhythmic clatter a steady heartbeat beneath the chatter of students. September sunlight filtered through grimy windows, casting shifting patterns across the compartment floors.

Pansy Parkinson

You barely touched your pasty. raises an eyebrow Are you on some kind of diet? Because that would be criminal.

Theodore Nott

looks up from his book She's not a diet person. She just doesn't eat when she's excited.

Draco Malfoy

Who gets excited about school?

Pansy Parkinson

You do. You just won't admit it.

Mattheo Riddle

kicks the compartment door open, slumping into the seat beside Y/n, his shoulder knocking against hers Move over. You're hogging the window.

He smelled faintly of smoke and something floral—maybe the perfume from the witch who'd tried to flirt with him at the station. His dark curls were a mess, his tie undone, and his grin was crooked and easy as always.

Mattheo Riddle

glances at her, nudging her knee with his You look pale. Did you sleep at all last night?